Why you so obsessed with me???

This is what my poor playstation asked me today...

Thank you everyone for your prayers. I am getting better daily.

I can walk without my crutches for a short distance.

There is still quite alot of swelling but I am making progress.

Now here is what I have been doing while at home...

Not on my pc but on my poor playstation.

I always liked video games but now I am obsessed!!!

The guy at gamestop knows me and my crutches by name.

I know this isn't forever but since I am at home and bored senseless...

it is official. I am now a gammer.

Mr. H has even joined me.

He stayed up with me one night until 4.a.m.

I play when my knee hurts really bad. It distracts me. That was the worst night and he hung in there with me.

Poor thing he was yawning the entire time.

Stop laughing.....

I know I should do something more productive but it is kind of nice to be a kid in the privacy of my room.

I never really got to do that kind of stuff when I was younger.

Soo until I can fully go back to being a mom..

(I tried to clean my bathroom the other day..ouch!)

I'm a gammer!!

Some People ....

I cannot believe the unbeliveable gall and NERVE of SOME PEOPLE!!!!!

I did my post yesterday to commemorate the anniversary of our 44th President taking office.

I did not expect to EVER recieve the comment that I opened in my inbox.

I will not post such ignorance on here but to call me the "N" word and to post anomously .....

NO!! I am not going to be descreet about it, you called me a nigger! How dare you!!!!!

It is ignorance like that that keeps people like you in sheets!!!

I see that you were not brave enough to post it with your name.

Let's get a few things straight....

I am a proud African-American woman and I am a democrat.

I did not vote for Obama because of the color of his skin. I originally voted for Hillary in the primaries.

But once I listened to him ..I liked what he stands for and he received my vote.

If that were the case then why did I not vote for Colin Powell?

The purpose of the post was to show how proud I was of that day and the strides that we as a country have made to overlook such simplicities as race.

But for some, I see, they are just simple.

I do not disrespect anyone on my blog or anywhere else.

I firmly believe that we are all children of God and that under his love there is no difference.

It is that same love that has compelled me to pray for you because I truly feel pity for you.

It must be tiring to have that much ignorance weighing you down.

For my bloggy sisters who gave words of support, " thank you."

I would like to think that I can find solice in bloggy land...

The world we live in is hard enough. But to be verbally assaulted here is beyond my reason.

There is a saying that, " Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me.."

To a degree this is true. But is it not words that give the command for war? Or restore peace?

Words have a great impact on us...even me.

I am a person, just like you. If I am cut.. I bleed. And if I am slandered ..I am hurt just like you.

So Anonymous.. whoever you are. Remember this: 

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

A change has come...

One year ago today...

Barack H. Obama was inaugurated into the office of

The President of The United States of America!!

This was one of the proudest moments of my life.

I come from a long generation of people who believe in education and hard work.

Those same people were never really afforded the same opportunities as many others because they are

African-American.

That is reality.

Growing up, we were told that you can be anything that you want to be... to a degree.

Doctor and teacher those things you can achieve...but no one ever mentioned President.

Up until last year it was just a glimmer in my community's eye.

January 20th, 2009 it became a reality.

My entire family requested off from works for weeks in advance.

We had planned a celebration!!!

Everyone, including my 79 year old mother, had on their Obama shirts.

The grill was lit.

Champagne and sparkling cider was chilled..

Quiche was served for breakfast as we planted ourselves in front of the t.v.

We hung on every word, every moment. This is a day that I will tell my grandchildren about. My girls will tell their grandchildren about it as well.

 

My mother said that she never thought that she would live to see this day.

But here it was!!! 

I know that many of you do not care for President Obama.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I will not knock you for it.(David lol)

But for me, I am proud. Dr. Martin Luther King said that he had a dream..

I believe that the Lord gave him a vision of what was to come and

I am sooo very blessed to have been a part of it; even if it was from Conroe, Tx.

I never wanted to forget this life changing event..

so I have a tattoo to remind me ( in case I get Alzheimer's. Hey it runs in my family)

It says"Change" with the date 1/20/09 written in the stars.

That day, has forever changed what we tell our children.

We went from," Of course you can be a doctor!" to " You can be President !" 

I love the way that sounds.

I also come from a family deeply rooted on God. 

I have faith in my Lord and faith in our President and

I continue to pray for the leaders of this country daily.

My family will have a mini celebration today - and for many years to come.

I never want to forget that day...

the day when,

"The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness." -Barack H. Obama 44th President

I have a dream....

Today is the day we celebrate the life and legacyof

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

His non violence movement changed this world forever.

I have a Dream 

I once had to memorize this moving speech. 

I believe I was 11 years old. When I actually sat down and read it, truly read it, my heart jumped in my chest.

I cannot imagine what segregation was ever like. I am the first in my family to never experience it. However, I have heard the tales that still linger like a rain cloud.

To not be allowed to simply eat at the same restaurant as others merely because of the color of your skin.

To be hosed and attacked by dogs because you desire the everyday luxuries that you can only hope to obtain.

To be thought of as less than a person.

There are some who would never embrace the dream.

I have, in my lifetime, experienced those people.

At 8, I witnessed the Klan drive by my house.

I will never forget having to sit very quietly as they rode by with their rants.

I will also never forget the image of my mother with her pistol in her lap as they did.

I still believe in Dr. King's Dream....

"I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up

and live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

Keep the Dream alive...

For the Dogs

A day in my life...

Lying around all day. Granted I just knew this was going to be an at home vacation.

NOPE. Not Really.

I can sympathize with this little fella.

I have to wait for someone to feed me and to help me "Go".

This vacation is for the dogs.

I am here alone ....

Any other day of the week this would be grand.

But today, not so much.

Frustrated  enough to pull my hair out and about to die of cabin fever

I made my way out of bedroom only to see my living room...

I won't even describe it. Just know that while I have been in my room, my husband and two teenage daughters have had run of the house. Enough said.

It's not that bad but it's not that good either.

I sooooo want to clean my house.

I am terrified to see my kitchen.

Mr. H has done all of the cooking since Monday.

They say Rome wasn't built in a day

but I know what can happen to a kitchen in one.

My version of clean is soooo not their version of clean.

I like stuff in it's place and everything tidy.

I'm not Florence from the Jefferson's or anything of the sort.

I'm just neat.

OH well.... let me hop my way over to the couch and wait for someone to come home and feed me.

Now I know why Kingston was sooo excited to see me when I came home.

Post it Note Tuesday - the sequel.

I'm home....

I'm home.

What a day. The surgery went fine. The good doc repaired my torn cartilidge and some other stuff.

I might have to have another surgery. I will find out next week.

I am in PAIN!! And I am nauseous and I have a migraine from the anesthia.

But to make this day just a tad bit happier...

My baby Taylor comes home sick. She has strep throat.

Now I feel guilty. I am so use to pampering my kids when they are ill.

But as expected. I cannot move.

Thank God for Mr. H and Morgan. They are taking care of us.

I know the pic is sideways..

I do not feel like photshopping anything...sorry.

My one desire when I came home was Starbuck's oatmeal and a latte.

My wish came true. Mr. H had it in hand when he came in the door.

And my mamma...

I loooovvee my mamma!!!

She sent this... pork loin, baked beans, potatoe salad

and

apple and raisin cobbler!!!!

I tried my best to have some..

but I was really queasy.

I'll have it today maybe.

Thank you for all of your thoughts and prayers.

I appreciate each and every one of them.

 This is me....bored.

I made Mr. H bring me to my computer. I missed ya'll.

I can't stay long. Shucks.

I hate lying down and being still.

R&R is not all that wonderful.

I am bored.

Well, I have to go...Dr's orders.

 

Off to see the wizard...

at 6 a.m.

Oh I am a tad nervous. I know that I should not be.

I've been down this yellow brick road before.

But I feel like this guy.

"Put 'em up.."

I know that I will be relieved when this is over

and I can click my heels 3 times and say,

"There is no place like home."

Well, let me grab Toto (Mr. H)

and go see the wizard.

Some R&R

Monday is the big day.

I am going to be away for a few days.

But you will be on my mind.

I am going to get some rest and

relax.

(Minus the stones. I have had those before. Not so relaxing to me..

just hot!!)

I will return as soon as I can.

I am wondering something before I go..

"Can you bedazzle crutches?"

LOL.

Take care and hold down the fort..

I will see you soon.

When the weather outside is frightful....

Stay inside!!!

If it can be avoided. Sadly, I have to brave this weather and run a few errands.

Trust me, if it were not for my surgery I would never open my front door.

It's cold here today. A whole whoping 17 degrees!!!!

I hear your sniggles. That would be my friends from the north calling me a "Wussy".

But I am a southern gal. Granted, I love winter. The summer's here are just toooooooo hot and full of mosquitoes.

But this is a tad extreme.

(No this is not a pic of Conroe- I googled it.)

But this is how I feel. Every single heater in my house is on.

I am wearing my thermals, and my skull hat-indoors.

 I don't like this kind of cold. But I will tell you what I do like..

hanging out with my family. We will rent movies, play a few games, eat some serious comfort food,

and just chill.....literally.

Get it? Chill? LOL

(That was a joke.. you are suppose to laugh)

So wherever you are enjoy the moment , wrap up, and stay warm. But most importantly enjoy being with your loved ones.

Kingston... Not Jamaica !!!!

This is Kingston...

My grandpuppy.

Taylor begged me for a puppy.

I do mean begged. She promised to do all kinds of chores if I would allow her to have one.

I was a tad bit hesitant. But I gave in.

I planned my surprise.

Our neighbor's dog had puppies the night of Hurricane Ike.

I asked for one. She was delighted to give Taylor a new friend.

( I do believe it was an unplanned pregnancy..lol)

So the day of the adoption while she was at school I made my way next door with my puppy carrier in hand.

This was a huge litter. I thought ," Which one ? They are so many ."

Kingston answered for me. He walked right up to me and sat in front of me. Once I looked into those beautiful eyes, I knew that he was for my baby.

I brought him home, gave him a bath and waited for Taylor.

Sheer joy and screams were all I heard when she came through the door.

"This is your dog. You are responsible for him."

"Yes Mam!!!"

She has never failed.

Last night was no exception.

(Due to his serious shedding , Kingston Ike Thomas, now lives outside.

Taylor cried when we made this transition.

Kingston loved it.)

It is freezing here. Taylor made sure that her "son" was inside and warm.

He is still housebroken and remembered all of his manners that she taught him.

He has grown to be a true member of our family. He does not like strangers who might even go near his mamma. But he is the most loving dog you will ever meet. These two have a very special bond.

It amazes me the way she loves and cares for him.

When she is away visiting her dad she ALWAYS calls to check on him.

I love her for that.

And I have to admit, I love my grandpuppy Kingston.

I cannot imagine our lives without him.

I'm having surgery

Monday at 6a.m.

I am having

surgery on my left knee.

I was injured back in August at work.

I have done phyiscal therapy and all that they have asked.

This was scheduled the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.

The day before the surgery my insurance canceled it.

Bast***ds!!

Today I get a phone call

"Misty you are scheduled to have surgery Monday at 6a.m."

This will be me for a while. Wonderful!!

Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers.

I pray they can fix my knee - it pops every time I make a step.

I have my playstation and crochet ready.

I will stockpile on magazines and some comfort food.

I will have my starbucks oatmeal and latte waiting on me when I get home.

Minus the beer I think this is the life when you are laid up.

I plan on healing. I am ready to get this fixed and secretly I am ready to rest.

So when you are on your way to work Monday..

Please say a prayer for me

and if you could send Twinkies..

That would be Simply Divine!!

LYLAS

You might know a redneck if....

I like to cook. Some people loooove to cook. I do it because I have to.

There are times when I  really get an urge to be Betty Crocker and whip up a whole mess of food just because.

I mainly cook because of my family. It's cheaper than eating out and healthier too.

I am a southern girl through and through.

So yesterday I decided to cook up a nice comfort food meal.

Country ribs, cabbage, blackeye peas, sweet potatoes, and cornbread.

(I'll give you time to wipe the drool from your mouth.)

I am checking on my cabbage, lift the top off of the pot when it happens.

I am burned from the steam!!!

My thumb is on fire!!! It really hurts.

Usually I rub a little ice on it and it is ok.

(My mamma told me that you are not a real cook if you don't have scars.)

The ice is not working but I am about to roll on the floor in pain.

I grab a bottle of water and submerge my thumb in it- for 3 hours.

(I'm not kidding either.)

As soon as I remove my thumb it feels like hell has come to visit my hand.

I head to the internet- I tried it all.

Toothpaste, honey, you name it- nothing.

My kids are laughing hysterically.

I am about to cry.

Aloe Vera!! I have an aloe vera plant at my mom's house.

( I gave it to her because I can kill a cactus)

I grab a huge piece, slice it open and place it on my thumb.

Relief, but I can't hold it hear all night.

I think to myself.."How can I keep this in place?"

I am not running to Walgreens for this!

I think of my redneck friend Robelyn from Redneck Chic

DUCT TAPE!!!

My girls are rolling on the floor at this point.

But hey it works.

I slept like a baby. And when I awoke this morning my burn was healed.

Hallejuah!!!

So point of this post

If you use duct tape as a medical instrument of any kind...

You might know a redneck!!

Pay it forward

 Yesterday I was given a true honor

The "Chic" Award.

I am soo touched. My bloggy sister Cat from Writing Out Loud

gave it to me.

Now it is my turn to pay it forward.

I must give one to Meli Faif Life .

She inspires me beyond words. Not to mention she is stunningly beautiful.

Have you seen her beautiful daughter? It must be in the genes - and shirts. LOL.

Then there is Ms. Angelique of Six in One Hand...

Ok I am a little bias but she is truly chic at it's finest.

And how can we forget the incredibly talented ( not to mention hilarious)

Ms. Robelyn of Red Neck Chic.

She is my "ride or die" bloggy sister diva!! I know that I can always look to her for a smile!!!

( or if I need to take my earrings off - she has the duct tape.)

Last but surely not least is LuLu Kellog!!!

Truly this is awesomeness at it's best right here.

If you have not had the opportunity to visit these fine ladies and their blogs..

Please do so. You will not be disappointed.

Thank you again Cat for honoring me with this. It means the world to me.

Have a blessed day ladies...

Truly a blessing and honor !!

Wow...

what an honor!!

One of my bloggy diva sisters has bestowed on me this beauty.

Cat from Writing Out Loud thought of me when passing this lovely on.

If you have never seen her blog... please go check her out! Her Etsy store is AMAZING!!!

( I just won this awesome sack that I will post about later..

wait to you see what I do with it. Cat also sent me the most fabulous candle. It is almost burned out - I smell it all day long.. sooo relaxing.)

Thank you Cat - You truly made my day ..heck my week.

I will pass this baby along tomorrow.

I am going to smell my candle right now.

Have  a blessed day !!!

Post it Note Tuesday!!!

 

I fell...

I fell..

off the wagon.

I know, I know. How could I!!

I had a really really weak moment.

I had 2 puffs. As soon as I puffed - I felt sick and threw it out.

I am back on board now.

I am utterly ashamed of myself. I am going to get some gum in the morning.

Patches do NOT work for me. They make me terribly ill and I have CRAZY CRAZY dreams.

I did not know that this was going to be this hard.

I mean I have actually shed some tears over a cigarette!!!!!!!

I am glad that I have my blog..

I can vent on here.

Thank you for all of the words of encourgement!!

I so need them. Please keep them coming.

Well, I am off to eat some more carrots!!!!

Wish me Luck!!!

Hard as Hell...

I went to bed really early last night.

The cravings were killing me.

Not literally, but almost.

I nearly came to tears as the desire for a cigarette consumed me.

But I did not give in!!

As I slipped into my bubble bath - I craved one.

Before I went to bed - I craved one.

When my eyes opened to a new day - I feigned one.

When did my whole life turn into smoke??

I have been told the first day is the hardest.

NOPE..NOT TRUE.

Today, day Two, is hard as hell.

And if you have ever read the bible and learned anything about hell...

Then you KNOW this is HARD!!!!!

I try to keep my self busy-

I got up and at 8a.m. blew leaves and raked!!!

I have read half a book, and dusted and vaccumed.

My tree is still up but I will have to save that for Monday.

If I do all of my projects in one day- boredom will make me fall of the wagon.

Now I am blogging.

I bet this poor guy is on day 3. I can't imagine what tomorrow is going to be like.

I am struggling here.

There are tears running down my face.

OH MY I have turned into pookie the cigarette head !!!!

Ok OK . Pull your self together Misty!!!!

(Deeeeep Sigh) I'm ok.

Just had a moment.

Thank you for letting me vent.

The Craving has passed and I am drying my face now.

I pray that tomorrow is better.

Day One

Today is Day One..

I am having some serious withdrawls.

I soooooooooooooooooooooo want a cigarette.

I have not had one though.

This is really hard.Much harder than I imagined.

When I am stressed I smoke. I am stressed now because I can't.

How ironic is this ???

Well, trust that I am not going to pick one up and light it.

Although I do love the sensation of lighting a fresh cigarette and inhaling that first puff.

But I won't.

I have too much at stake here.

My health means too much me.

Loosing my life to tobacco is not an option.

I have too much to live for.

Well, one down and many more to go.